Of course, that night Arthur came home drunk. He stayed out until the early hours of the morning, around two, he would guess. With the amount of alcohol he had, he lost track of time. Although he went out, he didn't get to fulfill the main reason he left. Sure, there were pretty girls and beautiful women and sexually attractive females. All Arthur got to do was go out and flirt, even with his drunken mind.
It was no surprise that he was still extremely pent up when he returned.
Arthur stumbled into his house with a giggle as he hit and leaned against the doorframe, retrieving his keys from where he had to jiggle them into the lock. Pushing himself to stand again, he stumbled to the side, another fit of the uncharacteristic laughs bubbling from him while he tossed his keys into the bowl they belong on a small table near the door. "Ollie~!" he called, very clumsily making it through the hall into the main room, stripping of his jacket on the way.
Oliver, having fallen asleep on the couch with Cupcake as he waited for Arthur's return, pushed himself to sit straighter at the call of his name and rubbed an eye, causing the feline to jump off from the disruption and move to another chair to sleep. "Arthur?" he asked drowsily.
The drunken blond grinned slyly, having to lean against a wall for support, before he finally registered what Oliver looked like. Ruffled hair, sleepy eyes, a shirt that belonged to him that hung off Oliver's shoulder just enough to reveal a small portion of the mass of freckles the strawberry blond possessed, and an overall submissive position. It caused Arthur's cheeks to burn with more than just his buzz, as he vaguely remembered why he had to leave the house in the first place.
Oliver began to stand, not bothering to fix his hair, or his shirt, or the damned adorable expression he wore as he carefully made his way to Arthur. "Do you need-"
"It's your fault!" Arthur interrupted, finding enough balance and strength to swiftly grab Oliver's wrist and spin them to press the male to the wall, caging him with his arms, while blue eyes widened in surprise and a bit of fear at the outburst.
"A-Arthur, I don't understand, I... I-I..." Oliver broke off in a quiet whimper, due to Arthur's next actions. While the blond was trying to seem intimidating, the haze over his mind took this situation in a completely different manner. Ignoring whatever Oliver was about to say, he had shifted to press his lips to his jawline. "Arthur?" Oliver squeaked quietly, fumbling to push at the other's shoulders in a weak attempt to move him away.
Still unable to control himself, Arthur's hands moved down to Oliver's hips, pulling him closer yet pinning him harder to the wall. In his mind, this wasn't wrong. The form Oliver had made him seem and feel feminine. There's nothing wrong, Arthur's drunk thoughts assured him.
Arthur now kissed below Oliver's ear, earning a quiet breath hitch and trembling hands to grip at his shirt, giving up on struggling. Once the blond started nipping lightly at that area, he began getting familiar excited butterflies at a poorly contained moan, yet it was still quiet. Oliver's cheeks burned and his legs started feeling weak. Arthur could tell from the trembling. Pressing closer, he slipped one of his own legs between the other's 'for support', smirking against heated skin when Oliver's head tilted to give him more room.
Still, his drunk stupor overpowered the nagging sensation that this was terribly wrong. Obviously, it had to be right. He was feeling great.
Oliver seemed to melt into Arthur and the wall both as the blond gave various sized open-mouth kisses along his neck and the exposed bit of shoulder. By this point, Oliver seemed to completely give up on resisting, his soft moaning and little hitches in his breaths being the only sounds in the quiet, other than Arthur's heart beating in his own ears and a few slightly lewd noises from his attention to Oliver's neck. Although his sober self would never admit this, this was exciting him greatly, and it was beginning to grow physically evident.
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Punk Music and Cupcakes (Oliver X Arthur)
Fanfiction~Englandcest~ Arthur Kirkland was used to his mornings going as planned. Up at eight o'clock, sharp; sit on the deck with a book and a cup of freshly made tea; go about the day however it may turn. What he was definitely not used to was waking up to...
